You made me realise...

You made me realise...

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Status: Finished

Genre: Literary Fiction

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Impossible to define - a deep and involving piece of literature that a genre does not do justice for. This is my chance at the big time, I've been working on it for a long time, and think I stand good chances for publication by big printing company! Watch those stores, because its coming soon!
Insperation taken from my own emotienal rollercoaster. xxx

P.S Work of Fiction, my Uncle is a nice man! xxx
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Impossible to define - a deep and involving piece of literature that a genre does not do justice for. This is my chance at the big time, I've been working on it for a long time, and think I stand good chances for publication by big printing company! Watch those stores, because its coming soon!
Insperation taken from my own emotienal rollercoaster. xxx

P.S Work of Fiction, my Uncle is a nice man! xxx

Chapter1 (v.1) - You made me realise...

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Impossible to define - a deep and involving piece of literature that a genre does not do justice for. This is my chance at the big time, I've been working on it for a long time, and think I stand good chances for publication by big printing company! Watch those stores, because its coming soon!
Insperation taken from my own emotienal rollercoaster. xxx

P.S Work of Fiction, my Uncle is a nice man! xxx

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 28, 2011

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 28, 2011

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I was in a room, a dark room. I had a strange feeling I had seen it before. It was little more than a box room - it was dark and grimy and small and clostrophobic and gave the impression that the walls were closing in. Every time I touched the walls I felt slime, dirt, death. How had I got here? When I realised that their was no excape I nelt on the ground and scrunched up my eyes and did deep thinking.

Where do I recognise this place from?

Why do I feel such a dark connection with the place?

Why the fuck am I here?

After delving into the deepest depths of my mind, I realised I was in my uncle's box room. It usually had the lights on, but it was definately that. Why were the walls all slimy, though? How does this happen to a 14 year old girl whose life has no meaning anymore? One minute I was living normal life, and then I am in a room with no lights and slime and mystery and memories. Not happy memories.

My uncle used to beat me.


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